A Big Ol' Mess

Micah is sick. Still.

The last time he was sick he passed it along to me and Terry and we had quite the week trying to take care of each other and ourselves.
This time it's allergies...or a cold. Jury's still out. He developed a runny nose and a cough about 3 weeks ago. It lasted around 5 days and then went away. Less than a week later it was back (this is what makes me think it might be allergies).

After we determined our new church's nursery was not poisoning Micah as Terry suspected (weirdo!) we've just been treating him with a lot of nasal suctioning and a little bit of Tylenol.

But, holding Micah still during a diaper change is quite the feat- let's not even get started on how much he fights his aspirator (nasal suction device). I can't say I blame him, though. I wouldn't like it, either. I can't wait until I can hold up a tissue and say, "blow." His nose runs constantly and before I can clean him up, he's rubbed it into his hair, all over his face, and yes, in his mouth. He's a sticky, gummy mess and since even sickness would keep him down, he's all over our apartment which makes it a sticky, gummy mess in return.

We've been hearing the phlegm in his throat for a while, and I think it's finally settling into his stomach now. But, that just makes him spit up more. He threw up pureed beef the other day. Thank goodness I was out of the house. That one was on Terry. But, we haven't been able to get the giant brown spot out of the carpet. The house is a mess. Micah is a mess. News flash to self: kids are messy.